I'm running out of descriptive phrases to use as titles.
That being said, let me add that this is going out to nobody in particular, but sometimes, I get caught up in a feeling of sadness and melancholy, and it's almost like having someone to talk to when I'm writing in my blog.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while I was sleeping,
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone.
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
beneath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light,
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people,
maybe more.
People talking without speaking.
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never share.
And no one dared disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I,
"you do not know silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
and echoed in the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon God they had made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
And the signs said;
'the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls,
and tenement halls,
and whispered in the sounds of silence.
I take no credit for this poem. It was written and performed by Simon and Garfunkle (or is that Garfinkle?). Anyway here is the YouTube link one more time if you want to see and hear a particularly poignant rendition of
"The Sound of Silence".
